Evelyn POV
Liora started the engine the moment I shut the door.
The city slid back into motion around us, traffic merging, horns distant, the day already moving faster than I felt inside.
She glanced at me briefly, one hand on the wheel.
"Nervous?"
I smiled a little, resting my head against the seat. "Not really."
That surprised even me.
She nodded as if she believed it. "Good. Means you're focused."
The rest of the drive passed quietly. Not tense. Just full. My thoughts stayed ahead of me, already inside the building we were driving toward, already bracing for whatever Milan had decided today would mean.
When we pulled up outside Milan, the place looked the same as always—glass, clean lines, people moving with purpose—but something underneath it felt different. Like the building itself knew it was about to let some people go.
Inside, the atmosphere was tight.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just restrained.
